THE KINKY POET

When the pure tames evil

The Vampire finds the Rose

In the blackest pitch of night, the Prince of darkness is on the trail, he's looking for a victim, tonight he will not fail

Then a smell hits him, a sweet fragrance fills his nose, at that moment he becomes infatuated by the girl they call the Rose

Searching through the graveyard, her fragrance fills the air, he's desperately hunting for her, he's looking everywhere

Then his keen eyes spot her, within a moment he's by her side, he would have instantly fell in love with her, if his heart hadn't already died

He's mesmerized by her eyes, her beauty's simply beyond compare, he wants to taste her life-force but all he does is stare

How can he take her virgin blood, defile this precious Rose, he can't pluck her from her life on earth, just to let her decompose

She can't live in a life of constant darkness, she belongs basking in the Sun, he knows he can't love again, if he could she'd be the one

He takes her hand so gently, with the softest cold touch he lays a kiss, tonight he will go hungry, a meal he will gladly miss

The Rose stands there terrified, but then she feels a calm, he promises to leave her be, he swears he'll do no harm

In a flash she's standing there, alone and in the dark, he may have been a Vampire but she felt his loving spark

Then from that night and for all eternity, he watch her every night, making sure she's safe and well, checking all is right

She never saw the Prince again, but inside she felt his love, little did the Rose know, he was guarding from above

THE KINKY POET 

On command

You will maintain a silence, you will do as you've been told, one sound and your get punished, this promise I will hold

Your tied spread on my rack, your master wants to play, do not make a single sound, its silence here today

My tongue runs across your thigh, your control it starts off well, the higher up my tongue goes, I can see you want to yell

Spreading your lips with my fingers, I lick around your hood, inside you're dying to let out as sigh, your masters tongue it feels so good

Lapping, flicking, sucking your juices start to flow, a little whine escapes, my annoyance I must show

A slap around your face, not hard it don't cause you pain, he says they'll get harder if he hears a sound again

Moving around your body, tied down he has control, tonight your master owns you, body, mind and soul

Kisses rain down on your face, he forces his tongue deep in your mouth, still you respond in silence as the master heads down South

Sucking on your nipples, his bites cause you to moan, now he's really angry, his disgust to you is shown

He slaps your breast so very hard, you close your lips real tight, you know he's not playing, he's feeling dominant tonight

He hisses through gritted teeth, do you not understand this command, do I have to punish you, you make me reprimand

He slides out his solid shaft, he puts it to your cunt, he pushes in so deep and hard, tonight his sex is blunt

No kindness or gentleness, he's like a monster in a rage, hungry for a victim, he's broke free from this poets page

Clawing at your body, his nails dig in real hard and deep, you bite your lip to stop screaming, his demand you must still keep

Pounding down into you, he slides to fingers up your bum, he can see your having a orgasm, he knows you want to cum

He shakes his head and whisper dont you cum until a say, I'm gonna leave you so close to ecstasy, tonight I want cruel play

He takes you to the very edge, inside you want to burst, you get angry with your master, you think come on do your fucking worst

Both your holes are being fucked your bucking with no sound, the master pushes harder, like he's drilling in the ground

Your body starts to tremble you begin to lose control, you look at him in desperation, your eyes begging to let go

Then comes his last command, now scream and just let go, your voice echos through his playroom as your juices flow

Scream of desire, you call out load your masters name, but you love to submit your body, in the silent game

Your bodies covered in bite marks, red hand prints on your thighs, your released from his rack, there's love now in his eyes

He carries you to the bed, he holds you in his warm embrace, he tells you, that your special girl, he kisses you on the face

THE KINKY POET 

Many facets of me

I'm a poet and a gardener, sometimes I'm a loyal Knight, I write about a secret Rose, who comes to me at night

In my dreams she visits, she's perfect in every way, I hate it when I wake up, I know she's gone away

For when she's here were lovers, we lay among the flower bed, my Rose of outstanding beauty, she grows inside my head

Each night she gets stronger, her self doubt just falls away, now she blossoms with self confidence, I hope it's here to stay

My Rose is nearly in full bloom, I think this poets work is done, but I'll always be beside her, so she can see the Sun

Guarding her from clouds of hate, cutting down the weeds of pain, making sure she has self belief, to protect her from the rain

No matter what i am to you, Knight, gardener or poet, one thing will never end, which ever part you need of me I'll always remain your friend

THE KINKY POET 

Your body is my playground

Go put on a sexy lacy outfit, your master wants to play, I'm feeling very horny, so go do as I say

Then come kneel before me, you can start to suck my dick, run you tongue around me, feel me hard and thick

Painted lips of desire, wrapped around my manhood tight, slowly sucking on me, you know how to do it right

Then come sit upon my lap, my fingers are hungry for your cunt, sliding past your panties, for your clit they start to hunt

Moist lips get parted, I make strokes along your pretty slit, running down your tught pussy's lips, fingers pulling at your clit

Juices come oozing from you, my lap gets soaking wet, I begin to finger you slowly but don't you dare cum yet

I own you completely, a playground where I can fuck in every hole and your job is just to please me, that is your single goal

Fingers pushed deep inside, I ram them home so deep, you begin to moan so loud, your wet pussy starts to seep

You pull your skin tight top off so I can suck your ample tits, nipples harden on my tongue, their sucked hard before their bit

I love to bite whilst fucking you, it is your masters mark, to show I've total dominance, the wild animal in me you spark

Now your ready for my cock, which hole will get my seed, you beg me just to fuck you, I love to hear you beg and plead

Over my desk I pin you, panties ripped off with just one pull, your pussy glistening with your juice and I can see you all

Rubbing my cock along your pussy, my cock soaked by your hungry lips, but then I have a change of mind, into your arse it slips

I feel you gasp and tense up, as your arse, takes me all the way, tonight I fancied anal and your master has the final say

Pushing deep, you're pushing back I've a hand across your back, my full length buried into to you, hanging out is just my sack

Finges reached around the front, playing with your clit, I tell you to join in, your hand starts reaching for your slit

Together we finger fuck you, in your playground we're having fun, I pump my cock in much deeper as our fingers make you cum

Orgasm cums in waves of pleasure, you beg me for my seed, I start to fuck you quicker, soon I'm thrusting at full speed

I ask you who owns you, whose playground does this belong too, you throw your head back panting, then words I want come through

"This is your playground master, I belong and serve just you", I hear conviction in your voice, I know these words are true

I begin pounding faster, you juices running down your leg, your asking me to cum in your arse, I love to hear you beg

Then my body trembles, I fill your arse with my creamy seed, exhausted I lay across your back, a moments what I need

I get my breath back slowly, you turn we hug and kiss, saited in that moment, your masters had his wish

To dominate his submissive, on her he stakes his claim, now it's time for aftercare, to show his love again

He leads her to the shower, he cleans her with love and care, then he dries her off so gently, he looks at her lying there

He climbs in bed beside, she lays her head upon his chest, to herself she smiles so slightly, she knows he loves her best

THE KINKY POET 

The high heels of my Mistress

Standing in my bedroom doorway, very late at night, a vision in Black leather and high heels, my beautiful mistress in my sight

Then came that certain sound, it was like heaven knocking on my floor, the clicking of her high heels, no submissive  could ask for more

I switched on my bedroom light, so I could see her in full view, dressed in leather, lace, stockings and high heels, dressed just how I dream of you

You move around my bedroom floor, my hungry eyes track you all the way, click, click go your heels, my mistress wants to play

You get close I dare to grab you quick, I pull you on my bed, I run my hands down your stockings taking care not to pull a thread

There are your Black patent High heels, with the metal tips, I run my hands on the shining leather, I brush them on my lips

Cold leather on my lips, you're a goddess in high heels, I kiss them to your ankles, you love the way it feels

Desired like the Queen you are, I pay my homage at your feet, bowing at your high heels, for a loyal Sub such as I, really is a treat

THE KINKY POET 

The Knights fight

He maybe the Queens champion, but of all the foes he's fought, is the doubt that lives inside his Rose, that haunts her every thought

She questions her worth daily, she doesn't see the Rose he sees, he tries to tell her in his rhymes, but she can't see the wood for trees

She thinks she not worthy, to be the knights pure Rose, though he can see she's amazing, from her head down to her toes

Her beauty shines like the stars, in the darkest night, her eyes brighter than the moon, only dimmed by her own plight

Her kindness warms the Knight on his coldest days, he hopes one day she looks deep within and sees the Rose he prays

Sees her own true worth, scares away her own self doubt, looks into her caring heart and sees what he often writes about

Then she'll understand why he writes, why he wants the world to know, that she is so wonderful, why in rhyming words he tries to show

Then finally she might come into bloom, be all the Rose she can, shake off all her self doubt and belive this poet man

No more worries she's not enough, as she grows towards the Sun, then the poet can rest his pen, on that day his work is done

Until that day he'll fight on, with poetry from his heart, he's ready to fight until she believes, so let the battle start

It might take forever, for her self worth battle to be won, but he'll be there to fight for you to prove you are the one

THE KINKY POET 

The maid

Working from home today, I guess this could be fun, you're wearing a little skirt today, I might get to see your bum

Watching as you move around, doing your daily chores, you look so very sexy as I watch you mopping floors

You ask would I like some tea, you bring it to my desk, I can see your cleavage, I love that skin tight vest

You caught me staring, I blushed and let out a stupid giggle, you laughed and winked, then gave your tits a little jiggle

Wow I'd never been that close to such a luscious pair, you're beautiful and so sexy, I love your smell and hair

I take my tea off you, my fingers brush your skin, who would thought a single touch, would drive my mind to sin

I imagine you are naked, as you scrub and clean the shower, I'm sitting watching you, you have me under a spell with your sexual power

Tits brushing against the showers screen, I can see your silhouette behind the glass, I watch you bend over, I see the shape of your naked arse

Then you pull back the glass, you beckon me inside, I slowly take my clothes off and then we shower then get dried

Looking at your body, you're to pretty just to clean, you should be a model, or at least that's how it seems

I've had a school boy crush on you, from so long ago, far away back when, must be at least six years now, yes I'm sure that I was Ten

Everyday you've been here, you work so hard for me, my dad and mum, even when you're not feeling well, still you always come

You are so very beautiful, I swear you make me drool, I'm glad I've spent the day with you, there's no one as cute as you in school

Oh well I've had my tea, I guess I better read this book, I'll hold it up like I'm reading it, whilst I take one more sneaky look

I know its a school boy crush and you are just our maid, if you only knew of my fantasies and knew of the huge part in which you played

You would realise I'm no longer just a boy, I'm turning into a full grown man, no one could ever love you more, I am your biggest fan

THE KINKY POET 

Necklace of Pearl

Kneeling down before him, moist mouth ready open wide, the Submissive is ready for her master to, take his cock inside

He puts his cock before her, in her hands she cups his balls, she wants to please her master, so she will give her all

Stroking down his hardened shaft, her lips she slowly licks, then she puts him to her awaiting tongue, she gives his head some flicks

Tantalising her master, she runs her tongue along his hardened shaft, she's done this so many times, she's proficient at her craft

Massaging his balls in her hand, she looks her master in the eye, before putting her mouth around, she lets out a little sigh

He feels her mouth surround his cock, he gets harder to the touch, slowly she moves back and forth, his submissive has the lightest touch

Sucking on him slowly, her tongue runs across his throbbing head, ravenous with desire, her masters needs must be fed

He reaches down to hold her by the head, her mouth he starts to fuck, pushing deeper in her throat, he forces her to suck

She gags has he hits the back of her throat, he makes her take him whole, he begins to pound faster, to cum now is he's goal

Faster he pushes in, she sucks his cock real long and deep, juices escape from her lips, down her chin they slowly seep

He his nearly cumming, from her mouth he pulls away, normally she would swallow her masters seed but this is not today

He tells to wank him off, she knows what's about to just unfurl, he empties spunk all down her chest, a Necklace made of Pearl

THE KINKY POET 

Valentine in red lace

Where is my Valentines, the red lace girl, who haunts my dreams, beautiful and sexy, a figment of imagination or that's just how it seems

Her sexy eyes her moist painted lips, skin so soft as Velvet as a Rose, surely she's really out there but where only heaven knows

Beautiful curves, in pretty lace, created like a work of art, not Da Vinci or Michelangelo could improve on you, you've been perfect from the start

To hold you in my arms late at night, to find my sweet Valentine, is a hope and longing i carry, one day i hope you're mine

Wearing red lace for passion, the colour of a  deep Rose red, the lace drapping off your sexy curves, your laying seductive in my bed

I kiss your pretty painted lips, my hand slides between your thighs, your moist bodies ready for me, there's desire within your eyes

You spread yourself for me, you're wet and you opened wide, I slowly climb on top of you, I guide myself inside

Our bodies become entwined as one, like a sculptor working clay, blended in sexual harmony, we match in every way

My body crashes on you, like wild waves upon a shore, building up to ecstasy, I hear you cry for more

Kisses rain down on you, I can see the love etched on your face, you dig your nails into me, my sign to pick up pace

Orgasm after orgasm, juices running wild and free, soaked in your desire, like I'm swimming in your sexual sea

Pounding you even faster, I'm so close I'm almost done, we've shared a night of passion, I cum with the morning Sun

My Valentine dressed in the redest lace, you are left saited laying on my bed, then my eyes open again I'm all alone, we've had sex inside my head

My Valentine girl who haunts my dreams, tonight you wore red lace, I only wish I knew you were real and not just gone without a trace

But I know you'll return to me soon, back into my dreams you'll creep and we'll make love again another night, the instant that I sleep

THE KINKY POET 

The Valentine poet and the Rose

Rose If you listen carefully my heart beats out your name, no mater how far we are apart, it always beats the same

You are the air that fills my lungs, without you a can't breath, Rose you are my special life-force, on this you can believe

Sweet Rose you are always on my mind, I carry forever in my heart, no matter what the distance my love won't fall apart

Even when I'm sleeping, in my dreams you're there at night, snuggling and kissing, the perfect Rose wrapped in my arms so tight

I know that my Rose is busy, time to read poems hard to find, I hope she gets fleeting moments, to read my poems of the supportive kind

But remember this my perfect Rose, you are this Knight poets secret Valentine, every minute of every day, i write of you in rhyme

So no matter where you are today, there's one thing that is true, out there in the universe, there's a poet who'll always care for you

A poet who tries so hard to find the words, who desperately tries to make you see, no one could ever care for you more and that the poets me

THE KINKY POET